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And Then There Were Three - 3 
by Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

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And Then There Were Three. (Part three of four parts) 
[MF, MMF, cheat, oral, humil, voy, wife, rom] The codes 
will evolve during part four.

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The first two parts were written in the form of a 
descriptive monologue to a cuckolded husband from the 
lover of his wife. They tell him how we have arrived at 
where we are. They contained some dialogue between the 
wife and lover. It is set in the UK, hence the English 
spelling.

This third (and the proposed fourth part) is 
descriptive and written in the first person, should 
there be some favourable responses from readers.

The author is, Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.
co.uk) I would be interested to hear about your views 
on this story and if you feel I should continue with 
part two.

(from end of part two)

The rest you know. You were pleased to see her home. 
She enticed you to bed, ensured that you came far too 
early (not difficult) and then asked you to go down on 
her before she caned you for being 'a naughty boy.' 
When you realised what you were tasting it was too late 
wasn't it Martin? She clamped her thighs around you 
head and expressed my cum out of herself and into your 
mouth. 'I've found a real man,' she said, 'and I am 
going to tell you what I am going to do about it.' You 
cried, and begged her not to leave you.' She told you 
that she had no intention of leaving, but from now on, 
things will be different for the three of us. 

Evidently, your face was a picture! 'Three of us?' 
'Yes' she said, 'three of us; you're going to meet him 
very soon. Now, fetch your cane like a good boy and 
come back with my darling black penis on.'

Part three

I was apprehensive as I approached Paula and Martin's 
house. I had no idea she was setting us both up to meet 
eventually. When she informed me that she had told 
Martin everything I thought that was the end of it, not 
the beginning of another phase. I'd only seen him that 
once as I crossed the road on my way to his house to 
bed Paula; how were we both going to react when we met? 
It was bizarre.

I rang the bell and waited. Silence at first, then 
movement behind the frosted glass of the door. Paula 
opened it. She looked stunning: her hair was held up by 
a large red hair-clip. It matched perfectly the skin-
tight low-cut red top she wore, which finished above 
her navel, showing her perfect flat tummy all the way 
down to her hips, to which clung the shortest of tight 
fitting miniskirts. So short, it showed slightly the 
tops of her stockings. She wore impossibly tall black 
stiletto heeled shoes. She looked wonderful. 

'Are you going to stand there all evening?' she 
enquired with a smile. I stepped into the hall; she 
shut the door behind me, turned, reached up and kissed 
me full on the mouth. 'I've missed you,' she whispered. 
Then, in her normal voice, 'Come and meet Martin.' She 
took my left hand in her right and led me in to the 
sitting room.

Martin stood as I entered the room; he was taller than 
I imagined him to be. He was good looking and much the 
same age as Paula: I felt a lot older by comparison. He 
came towards me, smiling. I stood there hand in hand 
with his wife. Paula said, 'David, this is Martin, my 
husband; Martin, this is David, my lover.' 

'Hello David,' he said, 'I've been looking forward to 
meeting you.' We shook hands, man to man. I was 
slightly taken aback; this was how you greeted somebody 
for the first time for sure: what gave it a surreal 
quality was he was greeting the guy who had regularly 
been bedding his enthusiastic wife. There was a short 
silence, 'David, let me get you a drink,' he said, 
'vodka isn't it,' with ice? 'Yes,' I said, still 
slightly unnerved, 'thank you.' 

'Sit down, please,' he said. I sat (collapsed?) in the 
nearest chair. Paula sat opposite me on the sofa, 
slowly and deliberately crossing her legs, showing her 
thighs and white thong in the process. Surely not I 
thought, not tonight, tonight was to talk, wasn't it?

Martin brought me my drink and sat down in the other 
chair; they both raised their glasses. 'Your good 
health David' said Martin, 'I'm sure we'll become good 
friends.' This is weird I thought. Paula broke the ice.

'Martin would like our arrangement to continue David' 
she said, not looking at him, 'I would certainly like 
it to' However, now that Martin knows, I would like him 
involved too.' I looked at Martin, he nodded and 
smiled. 'We feel that he can learn from us and also 
continue enjoying the humiliation which he takes 
pleasure in.' 'Am I right so far Martin' she asked, 
without looking at him. He nodded at her and then at 
me. 

'I'm not at all embarrassed about this David, you know 
it all anyway' he said, without any hint of bitterness. 
'We've been fantasising about Paula with another man 
during sex for ages,' he said, it's always been a great 
turn-on for us.' He continued, 'and now it's happening, 
our sex is great, Paula orgasms when I use the dildo 
and I get to be told how small my prick is compared to 
yours.'

'Martin asks me to tell him every last detail of our 
times together, David,' Paula said, 'and I enjoy 
telling him.' I sat there speechless; this was a bit of 
a shock to say the least.

'Another drink David?' asked Martin. I looked at my 
empty glass; some evaporation must have taken place, I 
couldn't remember drinking it. 'Thank you Martin' I 
said, 'thank you very much.'

I looked across at Paula, trying to get some sort of 
hint as to what happens next. She just smiled openly at 
me and slowly re-crossed her legs. Martin returned with 
a large vodka; I thanked him gratefully. I felt the 
need to take some form of control here so I asked, 
'What happens now, where do we go from here?' 'Bed,' 
said Paula softly, and then added, 'eventually.'

She slowly stood up, put down her glass, crossed the 
room and sat on my lap. 'I'll take that,' she said, 
taking my glass from me and placing it on the table 
beside my chair. I looked at Martin, he was watching 
intently, his lips slightly parted, his breathing 
audible. I looked at Paula and was immediately 
conscious of two things, I could feel the heat of her 
crotch through my trousers, and that my cock was 
beginning to stir. She smiled and leaned towards me and 
kissed me full on the lips, her tongue darting in and 
out of my mouth. We held the kiss for a good half 
minute when she slowly drew away. 

'Now you can have your drink back,' she said and leaned 
across to get it. As she did so, I looked across at 
Martin; he was entranced and clearly affected. 'Wow' 
was all he said. Paula gave me back my drink and then 
stretched cat-like the whole length of her body; as she 
did so, the skirt rode above her stockings, revealing 
the short suspenders and the smooth skin of her thighs.

She rose up and walked across to the sofa, slowly sat 
down in the centre of it and then looked at Martin and 
then to me. 'Come and sit her both of you,' she said, 
patting the seat either side of her. This girl was in 
control.

We both moved to sit either side of her, taking our 
drinks with us. I placed mine on the table beside the 
sofa. Martin took a healthy gulp of his and held on to 
it. Paula reached behind her, pulled out the soft 
cushion from behind her back and laid it on the broad 
arm of the sofa beside me. She then swivelled around on 
her arse, put her legs across Richards lap and laid on 
her back across mine with her head on the pillow. 

'That's better,' she said, 'much more comfortable.' She 
looked good laying there, looking up at me. 'Can I have 
another kiss now please?' she asked, smiling. My 
thoughts were all over the place now. 

'Please,' she said again. I lowered my head and she 
gently took hold of my hair and pulled my head down. I 
kissed her lightly but she pulled my hair harder and we 
kissed heavily, our tongues flitting in and out. We 
held it for some time, kissing heavily and sometimes 
noisily. I pulled away but she held on to my hair and 
said 'No, don't stop, please.' 

I was conscious of Martin, who I could hear breathing 
heavily, but let myself be pulled down again. Now the 
brakes were clearly off. As we kissed again I moved my 
right hand to her left breast, splayed my fingers and 
then gently closed them, squeezing the nipple through 
her top. Paula moaned and squirmed slightly, pushing 
her breast hard against my hand. Her nipple rapidly 
rose erect and firm. I moved my hand to her other 
breast. She broke away from our kiss. 'Wait,' she said 
softly. 'Martin,' she said, 'feel how wet I am' and 
then pulled my head down again, but this time to her 
breast. I pulled off the shoulder strap and pulled down 
one side of her top to expose her breast and lowered my 
mouth to the erect nipple. 'Christ,' I heard Martin 
say; '

I heard Martin's ragged breathing as he watched me suck 
his wife's breast; she lifted her hips slightly as I 
felt him moving. I was conscious of some movement but 
it was Paula's reaction which alerted me that he was 
doing what he'd been told to do. She gasped slightly, 
just after he did having found out just how wet she 
was. 'Fuck me,' he muttered. Paula moaned loudly. 

I looked to my right; Martin looked in a right state. 
He was clearly aroused; he was breathing in rapid, 
short breaths. He had pulled Paula's thong to one side 
and was looking down at his two fingers, which were 
buried in his wife's shaven slit; they were acting as a 
chute, funnelling his wife's love-juices into and over 
the palm of his hand. It was an extraordinary sight. 

He noticed me; smiled slightly, pulled his fingers from 
Paula and then offered them to my mouth. I gladly 
leaned towards him and sucked them. Boy, did she taste 
good. 'When you two have finished,' she said, 'I think 
it's time we all went upstairs.' 

'Yes,' breathed Martin. I said nothing; I leaned back 
so that Paula could stand. She turned, looked down on 
us both and offered us a hand each. 'Come,' she said. 
'Won't be too much difficulty there' I thought as we 
both stood up. She turned and walked towards the bottom 
of the stairs and then looked over her shoulder, 
'Well?' she asked. We followed her.

There was a slightly funny moment when he and I 
hesitated to let the other go up the stairs first; he 
went and I followed and was glad I did. Paula was then 
over half-way up, and what a wonderful sight she was. 
She'd left the shoulder strap down, her skirt which had 
previously ridden up revealed her wonderful arse; her 
thong had stayed pulled to one side as Martin had done. 
The cheeks of her arse were clearly wet, as was the 
tops of her legs, the inside of her thighs and the tops 
of her stockings. She was a sight to behold.

Paula paused, and then turned in the doorway of the 
bedroom, Martin got to the landing, pausing by the 
chair; I reached the landing and stopped. She looked 
lovely, standing there with her breast still exposed. 
Now we were all on the same level, Paula looked at 
Martin and said, 'Martin, sit on the chair and wait, 
I'll call you later.' He hesitated, nodded assent and 
sat down. 'David, you come with me,' she said, turned 
and walked into the bedroom. I looked down at Martin as 
I passed his chair. He looked up at me and gave a 
sheepish grin. 'Looks like you're first' he said. 

I nodded and continued into the bedroom. I turned to 
close the door, 'No,' Paula said, 'leave it open.' I 
looked at her quizzically; 'Really?' I asked. She 
nodded. 'Take off your clothes just there, where Martin 
can see you' she said. Without any embarrassment, I 
started to strip. As I did so, Paula stepped out of her 
shoes and lay back on the bed. She pulled the other 
shoulder strap down and then pulled the top down to 
leave both breasts free. She pulled up the skirt to 
just below her waist and pulled the thong fully to one 
side. 

She smiled at me as she began to gently finger herself. 
I was down to my pants; I pulled them down and my 
seemingly huge prick sprang clear. I turned to look at 
Martin; he was sat on the edge of the chair, staring at 
my erection. I tightened the muscle at the base of my 
prick and a huge tear-drop of pre-cum oozed freely out. 
Without taking my eyes from Martin, I reached down and 
spread the pre-cum over the head of my prick and then 
slowly took myself in hand and spread it over its 
length. I stood there, looking directly at him as I 
slowly masturbated myself. He started to fumble at the 
zip of his trousers as Paula said clearly, so that we 
could both here, 'David, come here and fuck me with 
that.' I shrugged at Martin and moved towards her bed 
and out of his sight.

I moved onto the bed and knelt astride her hips with my 
hands either side of her shoulders. I knelt there 
looking down upon her with my leaking prick hanging 
down like a horse (though sadly not as big!). I bent my 
arms and lowered my head to kiss her. We kissed deeply; 
as we did so, Paula reached down and took my prick into 
her hand. I pulled away and fastened my lips to her 
breast. She breathed in deeply and audibly and then 
loudly telling me to suck harder. I moved to her other 
breast and she got louder. I thought of Martin sitting 
outside, listening to me sexually using his wife. 

'Let me suck your wonderful huge prick, David' she 
said, 'force it into my mouth.' I moved up to straddle 
her chest and leaned forward, at the same time grasping 
my prick and forcing it down to her mouth. 'My God, 
it's huge' she said. I stifled the last word as I 
pushed my dripping prick into her mouth. 'Mmmm,' she 
moaned through her filled mouth. I reached behind me 
and stated to massage her clitoris. She grasped my 
prick, and pulled it from her mouth.' 

'Christ, that feels good' she said, and then jammed my 
prick back into her mouth. She went silent as I 
continued to stimulate her; she started to suck harder 
on my prick and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold 
off cumming for much longer. I stopped touching her, 
pulled my prick from her mouth and moved to go down on 
her. 'Oh, yes please,' she said loudly, 'lick my cunt 
David.' 

She offered herself to my mouth and I found her 
clitoris with my tongue. She groaned loudly as I 
started to stimulate her erect clitoris and then went 
silent as I licked it in earnest. She didn't stay quiet 
for long; she started to give loud gasps and words of 
encouragement like 'Yes,' 'harder,' 'gently,' 'make me 
cum' and then went silent again. In the silence that 
followed, from the landing, I heard the unmistakable 
sound of Martin cumming. 

Paula must have heard it too as she quietly laughed, 
ejecting a gush of love juice as she did so. No sooner 
had the sounds of Martin died down when Paula stated to 
spectacularly orgasm. It came on suddenly and with 
force; she grunted and then shouted, 'Cumming, I'm 
cumming!' and all hell let loose. She bucked into my 
face and forcefully grabbed my hair; she let out a 
series of loud shudders as waves of spasms went through 
her, saying, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck …….' over and over 
again. Eventually it subsided and she quietened down. 
When she lay still, she released my hair. As I pulled 
away for air she simply said, 'Fuck me David, please.'

I rose above her and she grasped my leaking prick, 
digging her nails in as she did so. She pulled it (and 
me with it!) and fed it into her sopping wet slit. I 
rammed it in hard and she gave a loud 'Yes.' With her 
husband listening on the landing, we just plain fucked. 
There was no finesse whatsoever, it was just animal 
fucking. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping 
into her arse as I pumped her hard. She kept up a 
running commentary; 'I love your huge prick David; fuck 
me hard with your lovely prick, fill me with your cum, 
make me pregnant,' (the last one a bit of a surprise) 
she just kept it going all the time, I presume for 
Richards sake as much as mine. 

It wasn't long before my control began to slip away. 
'I'm going to fill your wife with my cum Martin,' I 
called. I heard him start to say something but it was 
overtaken by Paula's response, 'My cunt is stretched 
wide for David, Martin,' she called, 'he's going to 
squirt his cum deep inside me.' And I did; it hit me 
hard and I drove my prick deep into her in one huge 
thrust. She shouted, I may have hurt her I didn't know, 
I just held it deep in her as I felt my cum squirt out 
of my prick in great long blasts. I loudly went 'ahhh' 
with every spasm; it was so good it almost hurt and it 
seemed to go on for ages. 'God I love you David,' Paula 
said clearly. 

This brought me back from my reverie and my spasms 
subsided. I looked down on her face; she smiled at me; 
'I love you too Paula,' I said, and continued, 'you 
fucking tart. Look at you.' She giggled, I love being a 
fucking tart,' she said, 'especially your fucking 
tart.' She did indeed look just like a tart who'd just 
tuned a quick trick. Her hair was all over the place; 
her make-up smudged; her top dragged down, showing her 
swollen breasts; her skirt around her waist; her thong 
pulled roughly to one side and kept there by my prick, 
cum leaking around it; her stocking tops wet. She 
looked absolutely gorgeous.

We all went silent after that for a short while. 
Eventually by penis softened and I withdrew it. The air 
filled with the scent of cum mingled with love-juice; I 
moved down and kissed her open slit, now oozing cum. 
She pulled my head up and I moved to lay beside her. 
'You can come in now Martin,' she called. There was 
some movement on the landing and Martin appeared around 
the door. He looked dishevelled; he had only his tee 
shirt on; his penis had half a hard on and cum was 
evident on the front of his legs and in the matted hair 
around the base of his penis. Paula slightly shifted 
her hips towards him and parted her legs. He looked at 
us both, me first and then Paula, where his eyes rested 
on her crotch. 'Look what David has done to me Martin' 
she said in a taunting voice. 

She reached down and pushed two fingers into her slit 
and brought them out streaked with my cum: she showed 
them to him and then put them into her mouth. 'Mmm, 
nice,' she said. 'See what a man he is Martin,' she 
continued, see how he gives me what I need and you 
can't.' 'Isn't he a real man Martin?' she chided. He 
said nothing. 'Answer me Martin' she said, 'isn't he a 
real man?.' Martin nodded, 'Yes he is Paula.' 

'Tell David that he's a real man Martin,' she said 
softly. He looked at me, 'David you are a real man' he 
said, and added 'and I am not.' I wondered where this 
was going, he had no shame at all; he just came out 
with it. 'Thank David for giving your wife such a good 
fucking Martin,' Paula said, 'thank him for fucking 
me.' He looked be fully in the eyes. 'Thank you David 
for fucking Paula and giving her what she really needs; 
she loves you and I am pleased that you fuck her like 
the real man I am not.' I didn't say anything; what 
could I say?

She shifted herself towards him and spread her legs 
widely to fully expose her leaking slit to him. 'Taste 
David's cum Martin,' she said, 'while it's still 
fresh.' He looked hungrily at her and then fell to his 
knees in front of her open legs; she reached towards 
his head and held his hair as she guided it to her 
crotch. Martin needed no more encouragement; he went at 
her clitoris with undisguised enthusiasm. Paula looked 
at me and smiled; she tried to hold my gaze but her 
eyes closed momentarily. She was clearly greatly 
aroused.

Paula pulled his head away. 'Wait,' she commanded. He 
looked at her pleadingly and quizzically. 'Why don't 
you clean David for me?,' she asked. 'Fuck,' I thought, 
this wasn't in the plan. I waited to see what Martin 
would do. 'Yes darling,' he said, 'of course I will.' I 
needed to take the initiative here I thought, as Martin 
started to move past her to where I lay. 'Stay there 
Martin' I said. I got up and moved around the bed. He 
watched me expectantly. I walked around to the end of 
the bed and stopped on his side but a couple of feet 
away from the bed end. He looked questioningly at me 
and I just looked back at him. He got the idea in the 
end and moved toward me, still on his knees. He stopped 
in front of me and looked up at me. I stood with my 
legs slightly apart, looking down at him. He knelt up 
and slowly put his hands on my hips; hesitantly he 
moved his mouth towards my soft(ish) penis and slowly 
took it into his mouth.

It felt good I have to say. I think he was surprised to 
feel me start to harden. It wasn't just the effect of 
his mouth on my hardening prick; it was what I was 
looking at as well.

Paula had swivelled back to expose her cunt towards me. 
She was watching her husband kneeling in front of her 
lover, licking his wife's love-juice and her lover's 
cum from his prick. I looked at her as she masturbated 
vigorously at the sight. She smiled broadly at me. 'I 
love you,' she silently mouthed. I looked back at her. 
'I love you too' I silently replied.

What the fuck had I got myself into? I thought.


*The author is, Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.
co.uk) I would be interested to hear about your views 
on this story and if you feel I should continue with 
part four.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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